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Snow is the reality of where we live, isn't it?"
    "You sound unusually pragmatic," he retorts. "What bit of wisdom crossed your path?"
    I shrug and give him a pensive smile. "I suppose these holiday vacations provide me with enough time to be introspective, and to get a dose of reality while I'm at it. It helps me appreciate what I have, Hayden. I've missed you."
    He smiles and nods, snapping his fingers for the server to bring him the check.
    Once back at my apartment, he wastes no time in helping me out of my clothes.
    "I've missed you as well, Jade," he murmurs, fisting my hair in the back and pulling me up against him. His lips ravage mine furiously and I know that we will be making up for lost time.
    He quickly pulls me upstairs to my bedroom, and sheds his clothing immediately. His thick cock strains against his boxer shorts that remain in place.
    "Come here," he instructs.
    I walk across the thick carpeting to stand before him. His eyes are searching mine.
    For something--though I'm not sure what.
    Do I look different?
    Does he sense . . . something ?
    "Tell me what you want?" he asks boldly.
    This is new.
    "I . . . I want you, Hayden," I stammer in a quiet voice. "Always you."
    "No. Tell me what you want at this moment."
    I flush with confusion. I'm not sure what he wants to hear. I decide to go with instinct.
    "I want your cock. I want you to bury your cock balls-deep inside of me."
    He smiles wryly. "Do I need a condom?" he asks.
    I'm stunned by the question, but pray that I'm not showing it. Hayden and I never use condoms.
    There's no point.
    He's had a vasectomy and up until this point, I've never been sexual with anyone else other than him since that very first time. There's no way he could've known about the one night with Adam. Besides that, we used condoms.
    Based on his claims that his wife is rarely in the mood, my presumption has always been that we're practicing safe sex. If that has now changed, then he is the one to answer that question. Not me.
    I face him squarely. "You tell me, Hayden. Do you need a condom?"
    Our eyes lock and I refuse to show anything less than honesty. There's no way that I'll break eye contact first with him. The ball is in his court now.
    He remains silent, but his gaze is still penetrating. I don't back down. He moves closer, placing his hands on my shoulders and gently nudges me downward. I sink to my knees before him; my face is aligned with his bulging cock, still straining against the cotton material to be freed.
    "Suck me," he says in a hoarse whisper. "Show me what your mouth can do."
    I draw him out. I hear his sharp intake of breath as my mouth closes over the head of his dick, and my hands grip and squeeze the bare cheeks of his ass. I pull him into me more deeply.
    Hayden likes it rough, and that's exactly how I'm giving it to him. My mouth assaults his shaft from tip to root, and then back again.
    He moans his pleasure, his one hand resting against the back of my head to steady my rhythm to match his thrusting.
    "That's it," he says, "Keep sucking me like that, Jade. You like this too, don't you?"
    I moan my assurance, swirling my tongue around the tip, and gently nip the ridge of sensitive skin around the head of it with my teeth.
    "Ahh," he breathes, "That's my girl. That's my Jade."
    Suddenly he stops his thrusting and pulls me to my feet. His hands frame my face, pulling my mouth to his as his tongue searches for mine. We are caught up in a rhythm of passion that is new to me-- from him that is.
    Something is different.
    "Do you appreciate my cock?" he asks me.
    "Yes, Hayden. Of course I do."
    "Do you love what it does for you?"
    "Yes."
    "Did you miss it?"
    "I did."
    His hands turn me around so that my back is now to him. I feel his hands on my hips guiding me forward towards the bed.
    "I want to fuck you from behind," he says.
    I get on my hands and knees and move to the center of the bed. I feel him behind me now; one hand steadying me while the other grips his